Weekly Online Storys:
A better man than I
A question I've been asked a lot is: why am I alone?
In solitude I'm standing in a world that's not my own
I ask that question to myself, but find no answer there
I smile and slowly turn my head pretending not to care
The lonliness prevails again, a word I sorely need
I strain my ears, but know it is, the silence I will heed
The futures are all blurry, but still I see a thread
That when the others prosper, they leave me with the dead
I do not wish destruction to fall upon my peers
But when I see their victory, rekindled are my fears
I work upon my answer, but know it is a lie
When spoken to myself upon the wetness of my eye
I'm feeling so un-wanted in company with joy
In honest apprehension, the worthless little boy
The question though, is still around, why lonely till I die?
Maybe 'cause you'll always find a better man than I?
Viciousness of turn of events
Sometimes I have to wonder, how long the clouds will stay away
I arrest myself in hoping, no end to my dismay
But then I raise my eyes and see yours looking into mine
Thoughts erupt in sequence, to leave me asinine
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